Poem

spun with rivers

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spun with rivers  (  a  p o e m  )

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fling the hymn of pickled pillars

speckled eggs & freckled span

dot the spots of watchful mirrors

chicken heads & nettle jam


skim the skin of scribbled scissors

custard stains & flustered flans

gasp the gills of gibbered glimmers

ketchup trains & mustard trams


wind the wind of mindful millers

woodland wands & wetland hands

pull the wool of shepherd's triggers

certain worms & squirms in cans


peck the neck of seven sisters

shimmered shoes & spiral scams

spell them not it's spun with rivers

spew dry ice & to the van

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dribbing drabs

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dribbing drabs  (  m y  r h m e s  a r e  w e i r d e r  t h a n  y o u r s  )

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bee the beat of dripping taps

scissor kicks & snipping snaps

summer daze & sputtered sups

ducking stools & paving cracks


rue the spew of splitting slacks

river mist & missing maps

finger food & buttercups

whirling pools & swirling traps


phase the hay of tipping stacks

laser rays & slipping grasps

serpent tongues & monster trucks

thundered crumbs & otter scraps


fight the bite of nipping gnats

iron gloves & whipping slaps

sinking stands & plunder struck

tiger stripes & lion naps


span the sand of swinging sacks

pigeon piss & shitting gasps

candle quacks & rubber flux

what-the-ducks & spitting wax


tread the stead of tripping tracks

feathered blends & flipping flaps

scrambled legs & dangled up

phantom pens & dribbing drabs

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prophecy broth

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prophecy broth  (  s o m e  m y s t i c  s m e g  )

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when the greenswards grey

seven elves shall eat late may

as the hoarse stoat neighs


then the nose shall spy

herrings mauve & kipper thighs

as the crowbar flies


yet the dexterous flea

perched within the chestnut tree

sings not of your knees


so the bilge shall bark

as the milkmaids face the lark

& the dark aardvarks

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satellites & marmalade

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satellites & marmalade  (  a  b r i e f  l i s t  p o e m  –  f a f f  n o t  f a t  )

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parachutes & roller blades

passion fruits & boulder clay

crested newts & collonades

pepper root & shoulder blades


northern lights & masquerades

water sprites & marinades

urbanites & delta ray

terabytes & hand grenades


tuba toots & overlaid

citrus fruits & rotor blades

water chutes & escapades

muddled boots & motorcades


appetites & garden spades

farenheits & darker days

underwrites & sparse arrays

satellites & marmalade

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whittles in me pickles

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whittles in me pickles  (  r h y m e s  l a t e  2 0 1 7  )

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pincers crab the apples

drizzle spits the spittle

feathers fluff the ruffles

topples in me skittles


whispers witch the cackles

yeoman blow the whistles

tossers cock the shuttles

wingers in me dribbles


guessers grasp the grapples

fuckers bone the brittle

grocers sprout the brussels

tingles in me tickles


even songs the chapels

builders shit the brickle

shimmer shims the shuffles

swindles in me swivels


thunder storms the castles

weasels stream the trickles

doubters snout the truffles

hammers in me sickles


burbles squirm the squiggles

dabblers dab the dapple

winter coats the duffel

nibbles in me quibbles


dodgers jam the raffel

triggers kiss the pistols

buskers miss the bustle

muddles in me mickles


spinners bowl the battles

sibyls mist the riddles

burbles burst the bubbles

whittles in me pickles

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plods in frost

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plods in frost  (  s i x t e e n  l i n e s  o f  s a l t  f o r  t h e  s e a s o n e d  )

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the cocks are crows - or so folk say

& egg's the head as shell's the lay

the snorts are mare & noughts are flossed

as autumn's chair it rocks in lofts


the bells are bats as cats they stray

& scrap's the flaps as bailed's the hay

the sun is spun & spurts of toss

& mint's the crisp as gobs are sloshed


the pen is swans & songs of splay

& slurred's the earth as curd's the whey

the span has ploughed & shroud's the croft

& farmed's the palm as hands are swashed


the die is iced & slide's the brae

& skimmed's the air as winds they flay

the squidge is dead - we've lost the squash

it's crunch in tread & plods in frost

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